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My stories

Rescue Dog

Rescue dog Sensing the danger he is in, he feels the flames grow in his wake. In boundless leaps he runs to win the fight head-on, the lead he'll take. You'll never know what he will find

I take a snapshot

The first days of autumn: a soft rain has shifted from the hard stare of the sun soaking the grounds. There is a sense of melancholy, the scent of last roses drift out across the lawn. I think of eyes searching
Cherry

The sea gull

It was only part white; the sea gull that swooped down on us nearly brushing us with its wings ' but in my head I saw this ghost of a bird, shadowless, a white absence, blind negative in the light of the lake. No reflection glides

Ground zero

And then there was the noise and the matte grey of the hull filling our vision, no space for skies, only the white dust remembered. In New York the flames had called us out of our rooms,
Cherry

Married Life

The year we married, a red hot summer lasted so long the garden burnt. We were betting who was hottest you or me; our wedding marquee was used as a sun shelter, tempers ran high that summer, then out of the blue,

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